I fell this morning
and hit the ground hard.
They pushed me from heaven;
no one wants be back.
So tell me, my love:
Where will I go?
Tell me, please.
'Cause I don't know.
My wings are broken,
and they're turning black.
No one will ever
mend my broken heart.
So tell me, my dear:
Where will I go?
When the angels come down
and rip out my soul.
